Depth of Revenge

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I struggled for breath as the Darkness crept in. The pain in my chest was unlike I had ever felt. I tried to keep from giving into the Darkness, but all my efforts gave me was it to put haste in its speed. I heard sobbing, but it seemed thousands of miles away. I managed to turn my head enough so that my last view of this world will be that of her. The one that I gave my vow that I would give my last breath for. The darkness finally clutched me in its inky depths, and my breath froze, as if it was in fear. And while in that depth I fell.

I don't know how long I fell for, nor how far, but the next this I knew, I was chained to a wall, in the middle of a hallway that was bleak and barren as space. I looked around and saw others chained to the walls, same as I, on both sides of me, for what seemed like Eons. And coming down the hallway was a figure, stopping at every soul chained, pointed to a set of Golden Gates, or at a face in agony.

The figure stopped in front of me, and pointed. Its hand was pointing to the face. The chains sprung fee, and I fell to the floor. The face loomed over me, and my legs forced me to my eternal damnation. Tears leaking from my eyes, but all I could do was laugh.

I laughed in hysteria, and it signified the end of my humanity. The longer I laughed, the more it drained me of emotion. All but two. I had nothing left in me but a desire to see my beloved Aranei, and an extreme hate for all other things that held life.

My legs dropped me in front of a humanoid female. Her clothes were made from leather, harvested and tanned, from and by, the damned souls that surrounded her like loyal hounds. Her feet and legs were covered by heeled boots and tight leather pants made to be impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Her torso was clad in a corset that ended to reveal a brevity of ashen bussum. Her face was covered in a mask that ended mid cheek, revealing black eyes that held amusement in suffering of others. Two horns of white sprouted from her forehead, splitting her white hair. Her gloves went mid-tricept and had no fingers.

She stepped close to me, eyes dancing in the hellish light, and running one of her retched fingers along my jaw.

"I can see why Father wants you for himself," her voice was majestic, but insanity itself.

She turned her back to me, revealing and ashen colored tail that ended in heart. She muttered something and a portal of crimson appeared. Hands of black reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into a void of screams and blood.